ONE LAST ORPHIC
Maybe it was a good thing you lost her.
She was just no good for you, some said,
Not your type, she belonged among the dead,
In darkness—that’s why she was just a blur
When you looked back. It showed your doubt.
Or hers—always wanting to be a bride,
Never a wife, already so allied
To dark things and silence, both a deadly route
For you. I hope you enjoyed your sojourn
In hell, at least, lover extraordinaire,
Failed hero, psychopomp, most forlorn.
Now just practice singing songs on cue,
Stopping when it’s time. Tell them what you
Long for, and they will tell you who you are.